Yesterday when we cleaned the garage, we attacked the corner where some afghans, blankets and jackets were tossed after dirty car rides – or other dreaded accidents. And I started washing these big items now that the washer has been repaired and no longer bangs itself to near-oblivion unless babied with half loads.

We put the wet large things over the fence to dry.

Well, I didn’t know it was going to rain last night. Now I have a fence that looks like a giant towel that soaked up a sink overflow. Fortunately this is not a boundary fence. Still, seeing it in the dim light of a rainy dawn was a bummer.

I hope the weight of water-soaked comforters does not pull the fence down. That would be bad. As it is, we must wait for  the rain to stop and the stuff to drip some until we can tote it back in the house. That will not be anytime soon since it is supposed to rain all day.

Guess I won’t be calling the repairmen while the area between the driveway and back yard resembles wash day on Tobacco Road. *

* Out of curiosity – and no desire to get moving today – I looked up Tobacco Road on Wikipedia to refresh my knowledge. It’s even more despairing than I remembered  – especially this comment:

While fleeing from Ada and Jeeter’s onslaught, Dude backs right over Grandma Lester, who then lies mashed into the dirt road, near dead. (Mashed. Mashed. Kind of gets your attention; well, I guess she didn’t pass away in the road – she was passed over. Was this chick trying to cross the road and crossed over? Ah, puns and euphemisms. )

The article is HERE, but it’s not a mood-lifter.